If I had a Cookie (Event)

[Mr. Seran]

If I had a Cookie for each time I had changed schools I'd have been a fat kid long ago. A calm complacent smile jutting out across my features as I sat behind a heavy mahogany desk one that very acutely resembled that of which Mr. Asiv had. So I suppose I was slightly envious of the sustainable power from which that man upkept even if now that mattered so little. Hands would collide, nail with wood in a light thunking noise that would otherwise come off as obnoxious but being to my lonesome it didn't matter, much less it would have if there was someone concerned.

Tick Tock, Tick Tock.

Time I suppose was of the essence to get the ball rolling. I'd extend my palm outwards to grip the edge of my desk where a dusty metal slab was laid out reading Dean Durand, atop of which would rest a little red button.

*Click*

The alarm sounding with a painful resonance in my ears feeling the sudden throb of blood becoming painfully distorted to an annoyed extent. Goddamit! Wrong Button.

My finger would adjust over a few centimeters and quickly press another one next to it.

*Click*

Damnit. Durand sure had some ridiculous accessories in this room. My hand moving over once more to hover over another button.

*Click*

Facepalming I'd quickly regain composure feeling quite at odds with this job already. All of the above would've been heard by all those in their classes, how embarrassing. Rolling my eyes quickly to cover for the red in my cheeks the last button clicked would be the black one in front of me, audio transmitting to the students and staff of Public High School #774.

"Welcome Students to a new Semester of School, I'll be your new Dean, Gabriel Seran. Your former Dean has taken an unexpected leave of absence and won't be returning for an extended period of time. As for the rest of you, things are about to change. You'll see what I mean soon enough. Have a nice day."

With that Gabriel would release his finger from the button leaving an ominous remark as his own intro. For the school itself, there were no plans at the moment. Quite a lot otherwise on his mind. This was his new Home after all.

[Adam Silver]

Adam hardly woke to anything when he was in class, and by that he meant that he had a serious sleeping schedule that went something like this. Morning, wake up. Class, fall asleep. Lunch, Wake up. Along those lines but when the fire alarm went off the bully of sorts jerked up accidentally slamming his head into a beaker that was labeled just above his head. The quick motion would send the glass toppling over to the floor. The shattering noise would break the silence before being followed up by the announcement.

"Heh?"

A quick snicker as he looked about to and fro to the other students hoping he'd been caught. He wanted a little attention right now even if it was the bad kind. Just kidding, especially if it was the bad kind. Rolling his interwoven knuckles together he'd crack his fingers in a loud disgusting noise.

"So does that mean its lunch time?"

He'd stand up boisterously leaning back on his hips to come out of the seat, hands plastered behind his head with his gullet out showing off a defined stomach.

[Elle Rose]

Huh?

As could be expected Elle was quite surprised, mostly by the way this school was, it was simply gargantuan nothing like her old school back home in Boston but all the same she put her best foot forward to adapt to her surroundings. With a heavy set backpack on with all the necessary preparations for her daily school career, and her cheap knocked-off ipod hanging absently out of her pocket she walked at a slow pace to her first classroom.

As expected she was going to be late, as usual, she was never considered to be punctual but always managed to figure a good enough excuse. Though today she felt worried that the only thing stuck in her head at the moment was a story that Ghosts hid her stuff the night before and she was scrambling all morning to find them.

Creativity it seems would be wasted on this era as no one believed in such trivial affairs. Anyways as she went about she could barely make out the announcement, enough to force her head upwards to the over com as she entered the biology class. Her neck craning up with ipod still in ear curiously taking into consideration what had been said yet ultimately passing it up.

"Sorry I'm late, ghosts ate my lunch."

She smiled jokingly with a sheepish tone somewhere between that joking gesture and seriousness as she entitled the teacher quickly bantering off to her own corner table not wanting to be accosted or laughed at.